You happened to me.
Or perhaps I hadn’t noticed
Each time you dropped by.
Too busy stubbing out the ashes
Of an increasingly withering old flame
Where a blazing hot fire once burned.
So you sneaked in silently
And traced the shadows of my face
Until I heard the quiet echoes of your voice.
Each day I found a new flower in bloom
Wistfully fragranced to steal away my breath,
Delicate petals of words and wisdom buds.
This handsome, colorful bouquet,
Rose-scented aromatherapy for my soul,
Unlocked the harnesses of my mind.
The mind has a closely guarded door.
He who unlocks it must surely know;
It’s a control room to open all doors.